Why make?

via sometimesagreatnotion:

Making Love
- Rebecca McClanahan

Why make? I used to wonder.
Is it something you have to keep on
making, like beds or dinner, stir it up

or smooth it down? Sex, I understood,
an easy creaking on the upholstered
springs of a man you meet in passing.

You have sex, you don’t have to make it,
it makes you - rise and fall and rise again,
each time, each man, new. But love?

Go read the whole thing. I’m going to go find out who the hell Rebecca McClanahan is. I want to know more about her.

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